Pretty Vacant Tuesday

Punk's not dead. In fact it's alive and well and has reinvented itself in the style of a pantomime dame dressed as John Lydon. The very dear Mr C asked us along to Hammersmith Apollo last night for an Audience with The Sex Pistols. While he was whizzing about fixing stuff onstage, we were listening to a sell-out crowd sing-a-long-a-Lydon. Very entertaining. After a summer of festivals, the fellas have obviously got into their stride (unencumbered by bondage pants). Looked much more relaxed than Brixton last year. Got nearly squashed by Phil Jupitus, the big pillock. After-show party wasn't too crazy, though, but fun nonetheless. No Pot Noodle supper this time.